On Wajima in spring, falling pale pink petals can be seen everywhere.
But Lu Jian had never seen such a dense and chaotic rain of cherry blossoms.
The petals of those flowers that had been dormant for a year and only bloomed for a few days in this sunshine and this temperature slowly fell at a speed of five centimeters per second, reminding Lu Jian of the flower in "April Story" that was enough to obscure his vision.
Rain cherry blossoms.
What's even more striking is that all these petals fell from a tree.
Before approaching the port, you can see a giant tree that can no longer be described as towering.
With the entire island as the foundation, the towering trees grew on a mountain. No, Lu Jian thought at this time, it might be this giant tree that came first, and then these things came into being.
On the huge canopy that can cover the entire island, cherry blossoms are in full bloom. The petals fall like snow. Even the water surface of the offshore sea is covered with a layer of petals. The closer you get to Wajima, the denser the petals become.
Lu Jian saw that there were people standing at the pier holding umbrellas, as if to shelter from the rain, covering the falling petals. These people were not surprised or surprised by the cherry blossom rain. It was just like the normal wind and rain. It seemed that
I have long been accustomed to it.
"The sacred cherry blossoms of Wajima bloom all year round and will never wither. In spring, the flowers bloom stronger, so this kind of cherry blossom rain is formed."
When Xia Dao saw Lu Tan staring at the cherry blossoms, he thought he was a countryman coming to the city, so he explained.
Through the falling petals, Lu Jian could see that the mountain that occupied one-third of the island was covered with various trees. A long road snaked upward from the foot of the mountain. The road was red and consisted of countless trees.
It is composed of numerous torii gates, and there are some shrines along the road, until the top of the mountain, where the tree trunks break out of the ground, stands a solemn shrine.
This is Washima Taisha Shrine, the center of world politics, economy, and extraordinary power.
In front of the tree trunk, Lu Jian saw an attic. The cornices outlined a slender structure. Unlike those heavy buildings, this attic was like an island hanging in the sky, creating a strong sense of alienation from the surroundings.
"That's the Shenzi Pavilion. Lord Shenzi usually spends time in that attic to bring down clean fire to areas that are contaminated by filth."
Xia Dao explained again.
Suddenly, Lu Tiao heard a ringtone.
It's like the singing of a nightingale, like the wind chimes in the evening, clear and sweet, like the low voice of a young girl.
Immediately afterwards, the Shenzi Pavilion suddenly lit up with a pale flame.
Lu Tran never thought that the Pure Fire would appear in front of him in such a form. The blazing Shenzi Pavilion was like a bright light in the dark night. In an instant, cherry blossoms falling like rain and towering giant trees appeared.
Even the sunlight fades away.
Everything around became dark.
Everything lost its color due to the burning of the pure fire. The next moment, when the bells sounded like the harmony of church hymns and reached the top, an arrow came out of the string.
The arrow shot out from the Shenzi Pavilion and flew in the direction behind Lu Tiao. The arrow was like a daytime meteor, more blazing than the sun in the sky. And as it went away, everyone felt a trace of sadness in their hearts.
.
Once the Son of God's arrow of pure fire is shot, it means that another place has been invaded by filth, and mankind will lose another piece of land forever.
When the light disappeared above the sea level, everything finally returned to normal.
The faint melancholy was just like a haze, passing through people's minds for a moment, and everyone returned to normal work and life.
This is Wajima, the center of the world. Even if other places are attacked by filth and fall, they are still thousands of miles away from here. Instead of worrying about the end in a hundred or thousand years, it is better to worry about tomorrow's harvest and accounts.
There are many fishing boats in the offshore. Near the pier, the boats are connected to form a rickety continent. They are connected end to end, forming a continuous family of fishing boats.
There are some old people, children, and women sitting on these boats. The men in their families all go out to sea to fish and return only after sunset. These boats have bunks and tables. Every evening, in the golden waves of the setting sun, the smoke rises from the cooking pots, forming a beautiful scenery.
A picture full of life.
"Boat people, these people do not own a house on Hedao, so they can only live on boats. Whenever wind and rain come, their boats will be filled with a damp smell. In fact, at most they will
The streets of the dock will not enter the area where citizens live."
Xia Dao explained again that his attitude towards these fishermen was very clear.
"Of course, sometimes they can catch some pretty good fresh seafood. If you want to taste it, you can get it at any restaurant on Port Street."
The ship continues to circle around the island. Naturally, the place it wants to dock is not the area full of fishing boats, but the port on the other side of the island. There, huge and pure white stones form the main body of the port, and there are countless large and small merchant ships.
There is an endless stream of passenger ships, and it is as bustling as a busy city.
It may be rude to say it, but this is the first time Lu Jian has seen so many people on Hejima.
Lu Jian heard the knocking of copper bells from the main mast of the ship he was riding on, alerting other ships in front and behind, and the sailor standing on the observation deck held a flag in his hand and was waving it vigorously.
"It seems that at sea, even if the sound is loud enough, it won't work."
Lu Tan joked.
The meaning of the semaphore was roughly to tell other ships to get out of the way. This was the team escorting the witches. Seeing the semaphore, most of the ships moved out of the way. There was only one ship, which was still lying in front.
Not the slightest thought to move.
The ship was hoisted with a black triple-emblazoned family crest flag. A man stood on the side of the ship and looked at the ship where Lu Tiao was.
"This is the flag of the Sanada family. The eldest daughter of his family, the sister of the current head of the family, is the officiating shrine maiden of this term. Therefore, the Sanada family has risen through this and has become the largest family in Wanda, and they are also the most afraid of shrine maidens.
One of your lord's."
Xia Dao covered his mouth with the folding fan in his hand and whispered to Lu Tiao.
"There is something wrong with the ship, please be patient."
Lu Jian saw the people on the boat with the flag saying this in flag language.
Although the tone was very respectful, the meaning was still the same - "Just wait."
This is probably the state of the people of Hedao. On the surface, they may appear respectful and kind, but in reality they may be arrogant and rude.
"Are we going to wait?"
Lu Tian asked. After all, he was an outsider and did not understand the etiquette of Hedao.
"You can wait, but I think Sanada-sama wants to give the miko-sama a blow. If we wait, we may have to wait until dark. We might as well find another place to stop."
Xia Dao said, about to wave his hand and ask the captain to turn the helm.